“He looks awful, doesn’t he?”
Julie didn’t answer. Maud said afterwards to her husband: “Julie was always different from the rest of us; she was queer tonight, didn’t hear a word I said. I’m certain she’s not all there.”
As they were going out, they passed Martin.
“Come with us to the dancing club. Tom’s sure to take too much; you can help me get him home.”
Martin went, but it was Tom who had to take Martin home, abusingly drunk, fighting like a beast.
That night Julie had dreams, and talked in her sleep. She flung her arms around Floyd.
“I’m so glad you love me just the same.” Floyd was a happy man. He had finished his breakfast and was looking out of the front window, waiting for his wife to awaken.
“Floyd, Floyd.”
He went up the stairs three at a time.
She held out her arms to him.